Lines Made By Walking
27 October 2010 // Lines Made by Walking
by Jude Rogers. 22. Northern Lines Manchester calls me, and not for the first time. Half my life ago, it all began with The Smiths and Joy Division, the thought of their mystical homeland where Tony Wilson was King. Then, the city used to call to me four nights a week. Rough, chewy accents and [...]
Lines Made by Walking
11 October 2010 // Lines Made by Walking
by Jude Rogers. 21. New Lines Walking where you live is like being on auto-pilot. To your front door, close your eyes, feel the air on your skin, on your neck, and your hands, and your tongue, and you can almost let your feet move, turn the corner, toe the yellow lines, wake up in [...]
Lines Made By Walking
24 September 2010 // Lines Made by Walking
By Jude Rogers 20. Summer Lines So much has happened this summer. So much that the season is now teetering into autumn, like a drunk on one leg, trying out its last hot-headed shouts as the sun keeps on blazing, reminding us it is still here, that it will be going soon, and how quiet [...]
Lines Made By Walking
12 August 2010 // Lines Made by Walking
by Jude Rogers 19. Island Lines Andrew has wanted to go to Canvey Island for a while now. He has dreamt of it, lived it, breathed it already. The last time we walked together, to the end of the Lea, I sensed this in him, this need for air and water. He has a week’s [...]
Lines Made By Walking
30 July 2010 // Lines Made by Walking
by Jude Rogers 18. Site Lines So we all hopped on a train, or started up a fiery engine, and headed down to Cornwall for the Port Eliot festival. I ventured alone, from Paddington to St Germans, a four-man tent on my back, as well as mud-weather wellies, scruffy clothes for all seasons, and a [...]
Lines Made By Walking
22 July 2010 // Lines Made by Walking
by Jude Rogers 17. Central Lines I remember London. Hello, you. It’s me. This old thing. You were the city I used to be scared of, throwing me from A to B via Z like a spluttering centrifuge. Then you nuzzled my neck, took me in, showed me the folds of your skin. And now, [...]
Lines Made By Walking
14 July 2010 // Lines Made by Walking
by Jude Rogers. 16. Tan Lines And then, just like that, we’re in Malta. Dave is getting married to Katie, in a big Catholic church in the centre of a tiny town, so Ailsa and I have travelled out here to see them, and wander in the slow, sleepy sun before their big day. We [...]
Lines Made By Walking
6 July 2010 // Lines Made by Walking
By Jude Rogers. 15. Blue Lines. The summer continues to smile on Southern England, forcing my size eights into my silvery sandals. This weekend, I head to Aldeburgh for my friend Kathryn’s hen – not a clucking celebration of pink veils and orange tans, but pink wine, dirty laughs and attempts to darken our strap-marks. [...]
Lines Made By Walking
24 June 2010 // Lines Made by Walking
by Jude Rogers. 14. Shore Lines. Out of the blue, work takes me to Yorkshire, to interview a grand old lady of folk music on a darkening June evening. First I race along the fast, clacking lines of the East Coast Main Line to York, then I change for the Trans-Pennine to Scarborough. Then the [...]
Lines Made By Walking
18 June 2010 // Lines Made by Walking
by Jude Rogers. 13. Story Lines. So here’s the rub: I am trying to write a book. This is the fourth I have attempted in the last few years, after plans for various bestsellers have floundered before the sales reps. Now I’ve been told that fiction would be my thing, so I am writing a [...]
